"Spencer, seriously. It's just a stupid game show," Roman muttered as he leaned his head against the back of the couch. "You don't need to write a freaking application essay. Besides, I thought you didn't even want to be on the show in the first place."

"I'm not writing an essay," Spencer said absently. He was perched at the other end of the couch, staring intently at his computer, and his glasses were sliding down his nose.

"Then what's taking so long?" Roman sat up and leaned over to look at the screen. "A powerpoint? Really? You're just..." He shook his head.

"It's like a teleprompter." Roman immediately started giggling uncontrollably. "What? I've done this before! It will make it easier for us to read it!"

"Is that supposed to be an insult? If it is, I'm not insulted." Roman just shook his head again, and leaned over to kiss Spencer on the temple.

"You should probably change that part, though. It's probably not a good idea for you to say 'We want to be on the show because I lost a bet with my former best friend and she made us try out against our will.' They aren't going to like that."

Spencer sighed and deleted that passage. After a moment's hesitation, he typed a replacement. "Why don't we actually try to win? That'll teach Maya..."

Roman laughed quietly. "Mature."

Spencer chose to ignore that comment and positioned his laptop on a stack of books on the coffee table. "Let's go," he said, and readjusted his glasses before starting the webcam. They wove their fingers together before putting on cheerful smiles and starting to speak.

"Hello, my name is Spencer Montgomery."

"And I'm his boyfriend, Roman Malinowicz."

"My friend Maya suggested we go on the show, and we were originally a little hesitant..."

"...But we know each other really well, so we thought 'What could be the harm?' and applied."

"Anyway, we'd really like to be on the show!"

Roman waved with his free hand while Spencer stopped the recording. Both immediately slumped against the back of the couch.